I don’t really act.
If you think about it,
You’ll doubt about it.
You not gonna find,
What lies in my mind.
Sometime I get mad,
It also make me sad.
When fate is sad,
It ain't my bad.
You really know,
how hard I do.
It ain't any sense,
When you make such a non-sense.
I’m walking in a dream,
In a fire of a stream.
It burning my trees,
taking away the breeze.
All those myth,
Shouting like a thief.
I am the king of my bing.
Else nothing to think.
This is the gift of life,
Live it how ever you like.
- Krishnan Dasan
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